now silke lives here in our house | the room next to mine used to be empty | door wouldn't even open | now i can hear her singing along to andreas gabalier through the wall | the only thing that helps is headphones on and breathe calmly | but in reality even that doesn't help | life here has become hell | i can smell her fucking perfume when i just go out into the hallway | the bathroom is full of her fingernails and hair | she's always hanging around in the kitchen and no matter what i eat she always shoots me a line about it | and of course she's at every band rehearsal which is just super awkward >